Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.